Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

He moves over to shove his own nose into the spot the boy had just been. It is obvious by the wolfish scent that they were not after the same thing. He snorted softly and continued to trail after him. Perhaps there was something in it if he helped. The last boy had offered him to return to the mountain. Would this sweeten the deal? Behemoth still contemplated it but truthfully, at this point, it sounded like a nice set up.

At least this one he didn't have to tussle to get something. Well, not yet.